The ethnographer’s body is gendered

Anya Evans is a PhD candidate currently conducting ethnographic research in the Middle East. Her work revolves around issues of the everyday and the future under occupation. She is a co-founder of The New Ethnographer and also works on issues of gender and fieldwork, digital ethnography, and radical methodologies.


As a single, European woman working alone in a highly militarised and multi-ethnic region of the Middle East, I am harassed daily, by men of a range of ages, religions, and backgrounds. I am cat called and touched in the street, my interest as a researcher is regularly misunderstood as sexual advance or invitation for a relationship, and I am assumed to be “available” to spend time alone with men, something that goes against the (multiple) local codes of religious conduct. Men who I work and do business with often come too close and touch me in ways NGO workers and other foreign women here do not expect or experience. Or if they do, there are often protocols in place that help to manage the situation or prevent them having to return to an unsafe space. As a lone fieldworker, with no such protocol and protection, I am something of a target. Attempts are made to break into my car when I drive alone. I am strip-searched in airports. I have been sexually assaulted outside my house, twice, and local police have informed me that this is a ‘family matter’ and they were unable to help me locate my assailant.

When I reported these phenomena to my university, I found my (male) supervisors unable to cope with this information. “I’m sorry that happened to you,” was one response. I was sorry too. “You can come back to London if you can’t handle it.” Maybe I’m not cut out for the job? “We need to know, legally, that you’re safe. Please confirm that you are safe.” As a woman I find that I can rarely be totally convinced I am safe, let alone in an environment where harassment is commonplace. The double sexual assault and the adjusting to being objectified in new ways has been a difficult challenge that not only affects my mood but also my ability to do my work, my confidence, and some days my ability and desire to leave the house. This is not a call to point the finger of blame either at individual men or different cultures; good anthropologists know the ‘risks’ and their research environments before they embark for the field.

An excerpt picked at random from my fieldnotes:

I hail a minibus heading to the centre of town after a meeting at the refugee camp where I conduct my research. It’s Friday afternoon and the streets are pretty quiet. There are two seats free on the back row of the minibus. The man sitting in the back slides over from the middle to the window seat to put space between us. Three women with two children are in the front. Everybody is silent. I pass forward a note to pay for my ride and await my change. The change doesn’t come. Used to this treatment, I lean forward to ask one of the women the price of the ride. She doesn’t hear me, she is busy with the children. The man in my row pipes up: ‘it’s 3 and a half. He didn’t give you change?” The man then tells the driver to give me my change, and I, slightly embarrassed, take it and smile gratefully at the man. “Where are you from?” he asks. This is normal, I am obviously foreign, people are curious. I explain, and he asks what I’m doing here, if I’m married to a local. “I’m a researcher,” I explain, avoiding the marriage question. I am tired of being asked if it is by virtue of male relations that I came to live in this difficult place, but I know he doesn’t mean it that way. It’s unusual to have come alone. “What is your research about?” he asks, and I explain, haltingly. Every day life, family life, what it’s like to live in these conditions. “You live with a family? You have your own room?” Without thinking, pleased to be chatting in Arabic, I explain that I live in a family building, but with my own rooms. “I need quiet to write. But it’s nice to have people around too.” My stop arrives and I get off the bus. I start walking towards my house, stopping in a shop to pick up a few things. The man from the bus is behind me. He offers to buy me a drink. I decline. He asks if there is anyone in my house now. I say yes, many people. I leave the shop quickly without the things I needed. He follows me out. He follows me up the hill, along the busy road, though most of the other shops are closed. I have a loud pretend phone conversation with an obvious male character. He follows, unperturbed by my increasingly frantic pace and the times en route that I told him to go away. Finally, just before I am about to enter an open hair salon and wait for him to leave, as he cannot hang around outside such a clearly female space without attracting attention, he gives up and turns around. I burst into tears and run the rest of the way home. I tell no one. I am embarrassed that this has happened again, and that it must be my fault. I led him on, I was friendlier than a local woman would have been, this is just part of living in this kind of environment. The next day I stay at home. I don’t have the energy for coping with this kind of thing.

The sad thing is, not only are these situations in which I would have not hesitate to call the police in the country of my university, but they are commonplace. I am sure it is not only female researchers who have conducted fieldwork know these unique situations where we have accidentally compromised ourselves, or our status as outsiders places us in positions of danger.

As ethnographers, we are constantly working; observing, noting, analysing, storing away facts away for later, thinking of new lines of questioning. Since we are always ‘on,’ we feel that we should always be polite, friendly, welcoming. This is not only my nature as a researcher but as an individual. I do not walk around town extending my hand to every stranger I meet – in fact I have adapted to walk quickly with my eyes down. I do not respond to the many shouts that follow me in my wake, ranging from “hello what’s your name,” “you are welcome here,” to “I love you,” “I want to fuck you” or, spoken to a group of men; “she looks like she’d be fun.” And again, I’m sure many researchers know this experience.

There seems, then, to be an essential conflict between the three simultaneous roles we may embody in the field: ethnographers, language students, and gendered bodies. As ethnographers, we understand that we should be hyper-social, interested, questioning, enthusiastic. As language students, we should be constantly chatting, practicing, improving. And as gendered bodies we try to adapt to local norms, even those that conflict with our understandings of ourselves as powerful, independent, and equals. My constant battle with these three elements of my being as an ethnographer often puts me in difficult and potentially dangerous situations. Our status as outsiders, long-term residents and ‘interested’ can make it very difficult to negotiate a boundary of respectability and professionalism. We are also humans, and we have emotional needs and want to make friends and family in the field. The enduring message in my transactions with men in such public spaces, is that I have given them a sexual invitation and they are permitted to behave aggressively towards me.

This is by no means a conversation limited to those who identify as female, but a call to put into question the way we as anthropologists are trained by our universities for fieldwork, and the way these universities respond to and support us in areas of research where we find that our gender impacts us. My pre-field training at top UK universities consisted of weekly seminars covering topics such as ‘interviews,’ ‘visas,’ and even ‘sex in the field.’ As a cohort we have largely agreed that in retrospect, seminars on ‘coping in emergencies,’ ‘gender and the field,’ and ‘mental self-care,’ would have been extremely useful. When we made these suggestions to the university, however, no response was offered for a year, until a change in departmental staff arose and my concerns were taken more seriously by a new, female head of department. I also suggested, in the wake of my experiences, that supervisors be trained and provided with guidance and resources for recognising the signs of students in distress and directing them to the help they needed. This request was also unanswered. The university directs students’ ‘emotional needs’ to be immediately diverted by supervisors to the over-stretched university counselling service. Obviously no university or supervisor is individually responsible for the unique gender dynamics and religious or political cultures of our fieldsites, but neither can they completely absolve themselves of responsibility for us as their students, colleagues, and friends.

So my enduring question, then, is why aren’t we talking about this? What kind of professional environment have we created for ourselves in the space of anthropology where there is no room to discuss and analyse, respond sympathetically to, and treat the daily aggressions we face as gendered anthropologists? Why isn’t there space and time made in pre-field seminars to provide us with necessary coping strategies, plans for emergencies, and a safe space to use these experiences constructively. Why aren’t women talking about the daily hazards that impact our emotions, our wellbeing, and our methodologies? I should add that while Amy Pollard’s (2009) brave and well-researched provocation for supervisors and departments does address many of the issues here, it appears to not have made its desired impact in departments. In pre-field training and methodology courses, a great deal of emphasis is placed on fluidity and flexibility in fieldwork, which also extends to the student-supervisor relationship. But hiding behind this fun, casual, laid-back culture of versatility and accommodation, of fieldwork as Malkkian (2007) jazz, is a deeper fear of facing and coping with the necessary effects and traumas inflicted upon us by our work. The older generations of anthropologists coped, so why can’t we? Fieldwork is a ‘rite of passage,’ and as anthropologists we are well-versed in the literatures on the many different and exotic trials of various cultures’ rites of passage, so perhaps we believe ours should be as painful and frightening. This attitude is neither helpful nor sympathetic to the circumstances of current and future ethnographers, but seems to be the prevailing and rather macho sentiment in the classroom.

I hope the readers of this post feel encouraged to contribute to this discussion and turn it into something positive and pragmatic. We are not weak, we do not need our hands held through fieldwork. We are powerful, qualified researchers trained in world-class institutions. We do not need to change fieldsites or give up our PhDs. But we do need our universities to advise and support us through the challenges of fieldwork, and react appropriately when we inform them of local hazards and their impact upon us.

Most importantly, we need to workshop a way of preparing ourselves mentally and physically for these hazards. We need to move away from the machismo culture of ethnographers ‘getting lost in the jungle’ and instead embrace the fact that we are real people, with real and valid emotions and real safety and health needs and concerns. The culture of reflexivity and self-awareness within anthropology is great and powerful, but we need to harness it to the experience of all genders in the field and use it to reform our methods and our writing styles. As anthropologists we cannot silence violence, that which is inflicted upon our interlocutors or ourselves. Witnessing our experiences in the field as well as duly preparing us for them is the responsibility of the universities that train us, but it is only with our input that we can bring change in our departments.



Malkki, L. (2007) Tradition and Improvisation in Ethnographic Field Research. In Cerwonka, A. and Malkki, L. (Eds.) Process and Temporality in Ethnographic Fieldwork. Chicago, IL. : University of Chicago Press.

Pollard, A. (2009) Field of screams: difficulty and ethnographic fieldwork. Anthropology Matters 11(2): 1-24.

10 thoughts on “The ethnographer’s body is gendered

      1. Anthropology News just came out with a #metoo edition, with lots to think about. I was particularly struck by the article on The Disavowal of Henrietta Schmerler, victim-blaming in order to ‘save’ anthropology, and Black Women and the Fight against Sexual Violence, with one observation that proper dress and comportment were not safeguards against sexual violence.

        I will be at AAAs this year, but unfortunately not EASA. Perhaps one of the authors of the “Toward a Fugitive Anthropology” piece will attend? Thank you for bringing this conversation there, and I look forward to continuing it.

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  1. Hi. I loved the article. I have one comment 1. It is totally NOT your fault.
    2.I one question though, I have been loving in the Middle East for years, and I have been sexually harassed in many different situations. For example, the help at the store would ask me if i had “a night job” when I was 12 and buying a pack of cocoa puffs at the store. Some people believe that they can act that way with Westerners, because Westerners have the reputation of being “immoral”. However I agree with you, I do think university should prepare us for this kind of encounters. Good luck for your research.

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  2. Very thoughtful piece. I especially like your point about the contradictory roles ethnographers are supposed to play, always being “on,” friendly, and eager to work on language, and how these don’t often sit well with situations where more reserve is required. There’s a very moving piece by Annarose Pandey in the edited collection “Violence: Ethnographic Encounters,” that you might find interesting. Not sure why the book is online but here’s a link to it:

    Click to access Ghassem-Fachandi,%20Parvis%20-%20Violence%20Ethnographic%20Encounters%20Encounters%20Experience%20and%20Anthropological%20Knowledge%20%202009.pdf

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  3. Thank you for sharing this. I want to echo the other commenters. None of this is your fault. I´m sorry you´re going through this and I can only imagine how difficult it must make your life and your work. I am a historian who conducts research in other countries and because of the way I work, I am often buffered from some of the situations you describe. My doctoral research has entailed living in both large cities and small towns for two years, where many of the same stereotypes about western women also circulate. However, the situation is not as hostile as what you have gone through. But, I do want to share my experience with directors who tried to prepare me for some of these situations. I have two women as co-directors of my doctoral studies who have both spent long periods of time in the country I work in, and one is from a neighboring nation. They both addressed some of these issues with me before I went to conduct research for any long period of time. ex. One prepped me for dealing with potential sexism and harassment while trying to access out-of-the-way archives (something she had directly experienced), and suggested ways to try and pre-empt the situation or then deal with it should it occur. My other director, while in country for her own research, gave advice about some issues coming up. Both put me in direct contact with women researchers they knew would be near me. It was about academic support and networking but also about friendship and personal support should anything have gone seriously wrong. I talk with other women about the support they didn´t receive, and feel really lucky to have these mentors. But then again, shouldn´t some of these things be common practice? These things would not have prevented sexual assault or the dynamics you describe – they did not change the world around me – but these things did give me networks of support to call on and draw from when needed. I would have had people to call had something serious happened…They have turned out to be networks I still have to this day. It seems to me some of these things should be worked into our training, or maybe the training of directors (?).

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    1. Thank you for your thoughts on this! This is a really good point, that a framework for basic support needs to be established before leaving for the field, not not just between/for women! Thank you for your feedback, if you would ever be interested in writing more in depth about this us please get in touch!


  4. Thank you very much for sharing your experience!!! I am so inspired and empowered by your post – so please allow me to share my experience of conducting a research project during my semester abroad in the Middle East and experiencing similar harassment and assault at my research site. I’m an Asian woman from an Asian country, so the harassment involved racism too. The difficulty of being a researcher/student there as a young woman of color from a non-western country was beyond my expectation. My informants and translator always commented on my appearance and told me I was ‘pretty’ in response to research questions, tried taking pictures of me (not with me) or getting my personal contact as a reward for ‘sacrificing’ their time, and mentioned every single stereotype of Asians they could think of. As an undergrad who had been in the Middle East for only a few months, I felt sad, lonely, and ashamed of being emotionally damaged during academic research, and started doubting my ability and believed there was something wrong with me. In fact, thinking back on it now, I think I was depressed – I forgot what it was like to be not crying all day every day about how lonely I felt – I don’t want to self-diagnose anything but no healthy individual would feel that way. My local and home institutions had prepared me with intellectual tools for understanding and responding to difficulties of fieldwork, but they didn’t quite help on the emotional part. Our training always teaches us to be aware of how our social identities impact our work, but it often fails to acknowledge that fieldwork can cause emotional distress to some researchers because of certain identities they have. We are also always told to maintain the academic, professional, and machismo (as you mentioned) attitude, and hence we tend to suppress our emotions we experience during research – even the signs of mental distress we should never ignore.

    I want to say talking to peers would be helpful, but I know from my own experience that’s not always easy. My study abroad program didn’t have anyone from my country and culture, so talking to my peers about the combination of racism and sexism felt intimidating no matter how much I trusted them as friends. I eventually ended up opening up to many of them about my experience, and I did receive the support and understanding I needed, but this was only after the peak when I finally felt comfortable using words like ‘harassment’ or ‘assault’ without feeling like I was villainizing my informants and therefore being an unethical and incompetent researcher.

    Although my study abroad experience wasn’t always perfect, I wouldn’t change anything about it. I’m very glad I went and completed my research despite the hardship. I feel proud of myself for being able to face the challenge with the limited resources I had. I do hope that there will be more resources and conversations on this topic, and I’m very thankful that you are starting the discussion. I apologize for talking about my own experience and not responding to your arguments as much, but I hope you enjoyed reading my comment. Thank you for reading and good luck!


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